Of course he is, he wouldn't desert her here, would he?

As she walks back the way they had come, she checks herself out, hoping that she doesn’t look like a girl who has just been felt up by two guys. She squeezes her thighs together and can still feel her wet she is, and the sticky feeling down her inner thighs makes a clear indication of how much her juices had flown down her legs. She stops just before the door, and examines her dress, satisfied that there are no obvious signs showing.

Pushing the door open she steps through, and the noise from the shopping centre hits her again. She makes her way down the corridor and back into the hustle of people, not looking at anyone in case they can somehow see in her face what she has just done.

She strolls with purpose towards the coffee shop, looking around the tables outside trying to spot him. For a moment she cannot find him, and there’s a worry in her mind that maybe he has tricked her and left her alone here to make her own way home. It might not be too far, she’s done the trip countless times on the bus, but she isn’t too sure about travelling on a bus when all she has on is this dress! But suddenly a hand waves in the air and she realises it is him, his hand up to get her attention.

She can’t hide the growing smile that spreads across her face as she makes her way to him, and as she arrives, he gestures to the empty chair next to him.

“Did you have a fun time then Flis?” he asks as she sits, carefully smoothing her dress down, still so aware that she has no underwear on beneath it. “Did those lads sort you out?” She nods to him, unsure quite how she should respond to that question, but it’s clear he wants more than just a nod.

“So” he starts, before leaning closer towards her so he can whisper in her ear, “did they make you cum like a dirty little slut?”